Chapter 1
Sally Osbourne rarely had customers at her parlor. This was because most of her clientele were rich divorced bitches around LA who were too lazy or hungover to get out of bed and began to drink martinis at 11 am in the morning. By the time Sally arrived at their luxury villas and began to give them a massage they would be a couple of martinis down and would stop Sally mid-massage and begin to grope her. Sally would grope them back.
A client had booked her services at the parlor after a really long time. It was 3:30 pm and the air-conditioner kept the LA heat at bay. As she waited behind the reception, Sally had poured herself a vodka and orange crush and had nearly finished her first drink. Orange crush usually masked the smell of the vodka.
The glass door opened just then, and a woman stepped in. The first thing that Sally noticed about the woman was her burgundy hair. Then there were her large boobs that protruded out of her red cotton vest that was tucked into a black denim shorts. The woman wore shades and as she walked towards Sally, she could see the prominent bra straps that were visible through the thin fabric of her vest.
The woman took off her shades as she placed her elbows over the reception. The skin across her face was a clear creamy-white. The luscious lips, painted with a deep red were prominent. But there was a hint of sadness in the eyes and the dark circles around them had been lightened with make-up.
“Hi, I am Wendy Doogan. I have an appointment for 3:30”, said the woman in a pleasant voice.
“Well hi there Wendy, I am Sally. I will be your masseuse for the afternoon”, said Sally, talking like she was part of a big establishment with ten masseuse’s waiting for customers who had taken appointments.
“Cool”, said Wendy, looking Sally over and then at the reception and the area surrounding it.
“Step over to the door over there”, said Sally ushering Wendy over to the wooden door that led to the massage room.
The two women stepped into the massage room and Sally shut the door behind them.
“Well ….. would you like a full body massage, Wendy?”, asked Sally, eyeing Wendy.
“What’s the point in getting a half? You need your legs to work as well as your top”, said Wendy, beginning to undress. Usually clients needed some coxing to undress. Not this woman, thought Sally.
Wendy took off her red vest and then her bra and placed them on the table beside the massage bed. Then she got out of her shorts and placed them over the rest of the clothes.
She stood in front of Sally, wearing only a thong. She had her hands on her hips, as if she was asking “well, what now?”.
Sally took in the roundness of the large mounds that were Wendy’s tits. They looked like they were 36D, as big as her own. The large orbs on them were unmissable.
“Why don’t you climb onto that bed over there”, said Sally pointing towards the massage bed, trying to keep her face neutral.
Wendy did as she was told and parked her body on the bed. Her rotund buttocks pointed up in the air as if they wanted to be freed from the encumberment of the tight thong.
Sally took off her round-neck T-shirt and hung it on the steel hook beside the massage bed. She gazed at Wendy’s fleshy figure once before climbing on top of the bed, placing her knees on either side of the client’s plump body.
Her client’s ample back was a pleasure to look at. The brown and purple streaked hair was rare.
“Had a tough week at work?”, she asked Wendy as she worked the tips of her fingers over her lower back.
“Ha! Even worse. I got fired”, said Wendy as she lay on the massage table with her face turned sideways.
Sally perked up at the talk of being fired. She had seen some tough times in her life herself and had lived in a car once upon a time, drinking cheap gin from plastic cups before she had gotten her act together. It was a rough world out there and Sally felt an immediate kinship with this fleshy woman whom she was massaging.
“You got soft skin”, said Sally. She didn’t usually reveal stuff about her own life to clients. But if the clients wanted to reveal stuff about themselves, Sally would lend them her ears.
“And you got smooth hands”, said Wendy, returning the compliment.
“Thank you”, said Sally as she eyed Wendy’s milk white flesh.
She pressed her thumbs down hard on Wendy’s lower back and moved them towards the middle, exerting pressure.
“Oooooh! Now that is exactly what I needed”, moaned Wendy.
“So you lost your job did you?”, asked Sally since Wendy had not volunteered any more information.
“Oh yes! Got into trouble with my boss. The bitch told me to leave.”
Sally looked into Wendy’s face turned sideways and she thought she caught a hint of a blush as the woman mentioned her boss. Some goosebumps broke out across her clients back.
“Ohhhhh”, she moaned as Sally ran her hands across the length of her back right upto the base of the back of her neck.
“What did you do?”, asked Sally, feeling curious.
“All I did was wear her jewelry and drink some of her aged wine that tasted like shit anyway. I didn’t even steal anything”, complained Wendy.
Sally thought the expression on Wendy’s face turned to one of longing. Especially her eye which looked like she would cry.
“Were you close to your boss?”, asked Sally.
“Hmmmmm! What can I say? She was a beautiful upper-class woman who wouldn’t give the likes of me a second glance”, said Wendy, her voice turning forlorn.
“You sound like you really dug her, Wendy”, said Sally, working her fingers over her client’s fleshy shoulder blades.
“Mmmmmm! She was a nice woman. I just got on her bad side I guess”, said Wendy. Once again, Sally felt a kinship with the woman on whose semi-nude body she was working her hands over. She had also been down and out and Wendy really sounded like she was on the rough road.
“You’re a pretty young woman, Wendy. I am sure you’ll find a better job ….. and a better boss”, said Sally sympathetically.
“Awwwww! Thank you for saying that. You sure know how to use those hands and fingers, Sally”, said Wendy and her face turned into a smile.
“Thank you Wendy. It’s easy when the skin is as smooth as yours. Makes my job more pleasurable”, said Sally, pressing her hands down on the smooth white flesh and running them up and down Wendy’s back three times consecutively.
“This woman’s flesh feels so good in my hands. I could do this all day”, thought Sally.
Wendy giggled.
“Ooooooh! You sure know how to make a woman feel good”, said Wendy, smiling.
Sally felt her nipples turn erect under her bra.
“Turn around Wendy. Your back is done. Now I’ll do your chest”, said Sally, raising herself up and letting Wendy turn around.
She noticed Wendy’s erect nipples. They looked as lickable as sugared strawberries.
“I’ve been thinking about becoming a masseuse. Life as a maid is hard”, said Wendy, smiling up at Sally.
“Oh are you? I could help you out, Wendy”, said Sally and she placed her hands over Wendy’s stomach and ran them up till the arch of her boobs.
“Ahhhhhhh! Would you? Would you teach me how to be a masseuse, Sally?”, asked Wendy, flirtatiously.
“Oh yes, I would, Wendy”, Sally, whispering and she cupped her hands over Wendy’s large tits and pressed down on them.
“Mmmmmm! Sally. You make me feel so good. I wish I had come here earlier”, said Wendy in a distinctly aroused voice. She shivered as Sally’s hands cupped her boobs.
“Wendy ….. I just want you to know that even I lost an important client a few years ago. I got thrown out of her house. So it’s OK. You and me, we are in the same boat Wendy”, said Sally, looking down into Wendy’s face, which now had a pink pallor over it. She worked her palms over Wendy’s nipples for a few seconds before running her hands down the slope of Wendy’s boobs and stopping at her shoulders.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOH! Did you Sally? Why did she fire you?”, asked Wendy, her luscious lips breaking into a seductive smile.
“I like this woman so much ….”, thought Sally ….. “She is around my age. She opened her heart to me just a few minutes after meeting me. I want to do the same.”
“She caught me kissing her daughter”, said Sally in a really low whisper and she placed her hands over Wendy’s boobs again and pressed down on them.
“Oggghggghhhhhhh! Really?”, asked Wendy, giggling.
“Yeah. She tried to scold and fire me. But I told her to take a hike. That’s what I did”, said Sally feistily and pressed down again on Wendy’s boobs.
“Hhhhhhhhhh! Press down on my boobs, Sally. They aint been cupped by in a while”, said Wendy in a low, longing and aroused voice.
“Wendy ….. baby ….. your boobs feel so good in my hands. I am going to make this massage a free one”, said Sally and she lowered her head towards Wendy’s.
“Thank you Sally. You’re so nice to me”, Wendy giggled again, and she raised her hand towards Sally’s face and ran her hand across the brunette’s jet-black hair.
“Oooooh …. Wendy ….. do that again won’t you?”, begged Sally and she tweaked Wendy’s nipples with the tips of her fingers.
“Mmmmmmm! Sally ….. honey”, said Wendy and she ran both her hands across Sally’s jet-black hair.
“I already know you’ll make a good masseuse. I want you to work as my assistant, Wendy”, swooned Sally into Wendy’s face.
A second later, Sally with one hand pressing down on Wendy’s boob also ran her hand across her client’s burgundy hair.
The two working class women looked ardently into each other’s faces.
“Then teach me right now, Sally. Take off that bra and teach me how to massage your boobs”, requested Wendy, smiling amorously, her face red with lust.
“Isn’t it too soon, Wendy?”, asked Sally, feeling uncertain.
“No. I want to start my lessons today. Wont you take off your bra please”, asked Wendy flirtatiously.
“How can I refuse such a passionate student?”, asked Sally, her face breaking into a smile.
The two women giggled excitedly as Sally unhooked her bra and threw it onto the floor.
“Oooh! Look at those dimples on your face, Sally. You have the prettiest face”, complimented Wendy.
“Thank you. Now go ahead, cup my boobs, Wendy. I want you to”, said Sally, her eyes brightening.
Wendy moved her hands off Sally’s hair and cupped the masseuse’s boobs lightly.
“Ooooooh! Oh dear, Wendy. Press down harder, wont ya baby?”, asked Sally, closing her eyes for a few seconds on account of how aroused she was.
The burgundy haired MILF pressed down harder on Sally’s boobs, a favor which was returned by Sally.
“Ahhhhhh! Sally”, crooned Wendy.
“Ooooooh! Wendy”, Sally crooned back.
“I am so glad I met you. I feel all my worries melting away”, admitted Wendy as she continued to press down on Sally’s boobs.
“Wendy ….. you are so good with your hands ….. you are a natural born masseuse”, complimented Sally.
Loving smiles adorned the faces of both aroused women as they groped each other’s breasts.
“Now let’s move to the next lesson, Wendy”, said Sally and she removed her hands off Wendy’s boobs, after which she lowered herself and pressed her boobs’ onto her clients. She lay on top of Wendy, parking her groin over her client’s, letting their legs touch.
“Ahhhhhhhhh! Sally honey”, Wendy cried out lustily and she placed her hands on Sally’s back.
“Wendy! Feeling good baby? I sure do ….. mmmmm”, said Sally, breathing into Wendy’s face that was inches below her own face.
“Yesssss! I feel good. Ohhhhhh! Press your boobs onto mine, Sally. I was you to. Smile that beautiful dimple smile for me”, begged Wendy and she placed her calves over Sally’s.
“Ahhhh! Wendy! I like your luscious lips. You are so beautiful yourself”, said Sally even as Wendy began to rub her calves over Sally’s.
Their large boobs heaved against each other as they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s faces.
“You won’t take any money from me. Can I atleast reward you with a kiss?”, asked Wendy, beginning to rub her hands over Sally’s back.
“Oh yesssss! I would so like that, Wendy”, said Sally.
The door to the parlor opened just then. Sally and Wendy were so occupied with each other that they did not see a red-headed woman enter the room.
“Wendy! Is that you?”, asked the woman in a slightly impatient voice.
The two flirting women were cruelly awoken from their mutually enforced erotic slumber.
“Who are you?”, asked Sally, turning around and looking at the woman dressed in a red sleeveless single piece dress.
“Oh! I am Tori. I am Wendy’s friend ….. I am supposed to pick her up”, said the woman, boldly stepping into the room. There was a wry smile on her face as she walked towards the table.
Sally jumped off the table and faced the woman.
“Tori. You’re in early”, said Wendy, raising herself off the table.
“You should have knocked”, said Sally, trying to hold her temper.
“Yeah I should have”, said Tori, eyeing Sally’s boobs and then her eyes moved onto Wendy’s boobs. She was taken in by the two sets of red erect nipples.
“Tori meet Sally the best masseuse in LA. Sally meet Tori, my darling friend who is on vacation from Australia”, said Wendy, casually as if being caught making out by her friend was the most natural thing ever.
The burgundy haired MILF stepped onto the floor slowly. Sally saw Tori ogle at her friend’s tits.
“You sure made my friend happy, Sally. I had flown in early because I was worried about her. But she sounds and looks happy today”, said Tori. Wendy stood beside Tori who placed her hand around her friend’s hip.
“Well ….. er ….. I was just doing my job”, said Sally uncertainly.
“Yeah I saw that”, said Tori rolling her eyes cheekily.
Wendy chuckled and she also hugged her friend around her hips unselfconsciously. She had still not bothered to put on her bra. Sally sensed a strange chemistry between the two friends. They were about the same height. Tori looked like she was maybe a couple of years older than her friend.
“Sally here has agreed to hire me as an assistant masseuse and teach me the ropes”, said Wendy.
“Oh has she. That’s so nice of you Sally”, said Tori. She sounded genuine.
“It’s nothing. Wendy here is good with her hands”, said Sally, lightening up just a little bit.
“I know that. She’s good with more than just her hands ….. right Wendy?”, asked Tori and she planted a kiss on her friend’s lips.
“Ohhh Tori”, said Wendy and she hugged her friend. Tori hugged her back and the two women embraced tightly even as Sally looked on jealously.
Tori saw Sally ogling at them.
“Maybe you could take me under your wing too, Sally. I like to learn new skills”, said Tori and she ran one hand down to Wendy’s butt and gave it a squeeze.
“Tori!”, cried out Sally and she broke away from the hug and squeezed Tori’s boob.
“Ohhh! Isn’t my friend a naughty girl”, asked Tori, looking at Sally, her tone flirtatious.
“Yeah she sure is”, said Sally, unable to take her eyes off the two friends who were groping each other wantonly in front of her.
“So you gonna take up my friends offer Sally?”, asked Wendy.
“You girls want a group session with both of you? Or you want separate classes?”, asked Sally, getting in on the act. She knew it was a loaded question. She took a step towards the two friends.
“Separate classes would be boring right, Wendy?”, asked Tori, eyeing Sally’s tits.
“Yeah what’s that saying? Two’s company ….. three is a jamboree”, said Wendy looking lovingly at Sally.
“I am in then. Let me know the place and time”, said Sally ardently.
“We could start right now, can’t we Tori?”, asked Wendy, looking at her friend hopefully.
“Oooh! Somebody is in a hurry. But baby I have that terrible tooth I need to get extracted today”, said Tori.
“Oh! Then just call me. Wendy has my number”, said Sally, a bit disappointed.
“That we will. You WILL receive a call from us”, said Tori with a certain finality.
The redhead took a step towards Sally and ran her hand through her hair. Sally was ready and returned the favor immediately.
Both women let out gasps and eyed each other longingly. Through the corner of her eye, Sally saw Wendy eyeing them with a hint of jealousy.
“Now put on your clothes Wendy honey. Let’s get my tooth extracted so that I can be in top shape when Sally here visits us”, said Tori. Sally eyed Tori’s boobs heaving through her tight red dress.
Wendy and Sally put their clothes back on and the three women walked out to the reception.
“I’m sorry I interrupted you guys, but I promise I will make it upto you both”, said Tori, in a tone that was half sorry and half mocking.
“It’s allright, Tori. I will wait for your call”, said Sally.
“You can expect it today itself”, said Tori, her face red now.
“Yeah! We are so eager to become your students, Sally”, said Wendy, nodding.
Then Wendy took a step towards Sally and gave her a hug. Sally hugged back and she saw Tori eye them jealously. She pressed her boobs onto Wendy’s, putting on a show for the redhead.
They hugged each other for at least half a minute before Wendy broke the hug.
“Sorry Sally. My friends tooth hurts real bad”, said Wendy and then she turned around.
Tori and Wendy entwined fingers tightly as they walked towards the door. Sally followed them. Tori glanced back once and smiled at Sally. Sally smiled back.
Outside, there was a swanky car parked near the footpath. They got in and waved at Sally. She waved back at them, a bit sorry to see the two sexually charged friends leave.
After they drove away, Sally stepped back into the parlor and closed the door behind her.
“Oh dear! I am so horny, I could hump two fire breathing whores right now”, she thought, letting out a sigh.
Chapter 2
The Thirsty Crow pub had a small area right at the back which was covered by a large pillar. Early morning and afternoon drinkers would find solace in the protected area, far from the eyes of regular drinkers.
Mandy Gaddis and the other waitresses at the pub used to call these early drinkers the backbenchers. The light in the bar was dim and “Melissa” by The Allman Brothers Band played on the jukebox.
Today there was a lone back bencher. A tall woman with short black hair who had already downed two whiskey sours in the half an hour she had been at the bar. Mandy was the lone waitress at the bar apart from the barmaid Debra.
Mandy wore a half-sleeve shirt and a tie. The shirt was tucked into a thick black silk skirt. It was the waitress’ uniform at the pub.
Mandy, who had turned 39 a month ago, wore her golden blonde hair short and her 36D boobs were protruded pleasantly out of her tight white waitress shirt. The blonde waitresses legs, revealed by the shortness of her silk black skirt were thick with ample flesh over the calves.
“Hey, can I have another drink?”, the woman called out from behind the pillar.
“Another whiskey sour Debra”, said Mandy turning towards the much older barmaid who looked sleepy. She made the drink quickly and placed it on the bar. Mandy placed it on the tray and walked towards the woman.
Mandy noticed that the woman was dressed in office attire. A navy-blue shirt, the top two buttons off now and a dark skirt. She had taken off her heeled shoes and sat barefoot on the seat.
“Someone’s having a bad day”, thought Mandy as she placed the drink on the table.
“What’s your name?”, asked the woman. She had a real pretty face. Mandy figured she was no more than thirty. She looked like a swell and not the kind who would normally be classified as a backbencher.
“Mandy.”
“Hi Mandy. I am Nora”, said the woman, looking up into Mandy’s face.
“Well, hi Nora. How are you today?”, asked Mandy looking into her attractive face and her cleavage which was visible on account of the unbuttoned top of her shirt.
Nora swigged down the whiskey sour in one gulp.
“You’re one pretty waitress, Mandy. Why don’t you get me four more whiskey sours, and I’ll tell you all about how I am”, said Nora drunkenly.
Mandy rolled her eyes and came back with four more drinks.
“I will try to save this beautiful woman from drinking herself to death”, resolved Mandy as she placed the four drinks on the table.
Nora shifted in her seat.
“Sit down beside me won’t you, Mandy”, said Nora.
“I’m not allowed to during working hours”, said Mandy smiling. She wanted to. Nora was an attractive woman, and she looked like she needed a friend.
“Mandy, we are not in the army. This is a goddamn bar in the freest country in the world. Park your butt beside me please. This drink is for you”, said Nora.
Beckly looked around her and sat beside Nora. She knew Debra wouldn’t mind her flirting with the customers and the manager Eldora wouldn’t be in until much later.
“Thank you Mandy”, said Nora and she pushed two drinks out of the four towards Mandy.
Mandy took a sip of the whiskey sour and placed it back on the table.
“So you gonna tell me what’s bothering a nice swell woman like you Nora?”, asked Mandy.
“You wouldn’t believe it even if I told you, Mandy”, said Nora, taking a long gulp of her drink and pushing her body towards Mandy. The sides of their shoulders rubbed, and Mandy shivered. Nora wore a luxurious strawberry perfume.
“I am all ears”, said Mandy taking another sip of her drink. She had skipped lunch, and she felt the whiskey go straight to her head. She was a talkative girl and had listened to the woes of many a drunk patron at The Thirsty Crow.
Mandy enjoyed playing therapist to the sad, the lost and the lonely.
“It’s my girlfriend”, said Nora.
“What did she do Nora?”, asked Mandy, unable to take her eyes off the drunk brunette’s tits that jutted out of her tight shirt.
“She is atleast a 36C and growing”, thought Mandy.
Nora looked into Mandy’s eyes. Mandy did not look away.
“My girlfriend’s been sleeping around right under my nose, Mandy. That’s what she’s been doing”, said Nora and tears appeared in her eyes.
Mandy thought for a moment about her own flat mate Sally. Sally Osbourne the masseuse. She knew Sally slept around a lot. Her flat mate had a reputation around town, and she had seen Sally at bars with other women. Though Sally had never seen her. Mandy did nurse some rancor towards Sally because she got laid all the damn time while Mandy was working multiple shifts and simply did not have the time or the money to meet men or women.
“Oh! Nora ….. I don’t know. Maybe it’s over and you need to move on”, said Mandy in a pacifying tone.
“You don’t understand. I love my girlfriend”, said Nora, angrily and she finished her drink.
“Well, we all love our girlfriends, Nora”, said Mandy taking another sip of the whiskey sour.
“I love my girlfriend intensely. She is like my sugar Sally”, said Nora and she looked like she was on the verge of tears.
“What do you mean?”, asked Mandy, gulping down the rest of her whisky sour.
Nora’s crying face turned serious, and she looked right into Mandy’s eyes.
“I used to be my sugar Sally’s favorite baby girl”, said Nora shifting her empty glass away and taking a sip from the fresh whiskey sour.
“Oh”, said Mandy, feeling unnerved. She was mesmerized by this young woman in front of her.
“You do not understand, do you Mandy”, said Nora, continuing to talk in a low whisper.
“No I do not”, said Mandy, trying her best not to look away from Nora’s fierce stare.
“My sugar Sally used to love me ….. but now she’s found another babygirl to sleep with ….. she doesn’t want me anymore”, said Nora, drunkenly and then she looked away from Mandy.
“Oh dear”, said Mandy. A tale of lesbian jealousy on a slow week day afternoon ,but she felt her nipples turn erect.
Mandy took a long sip of her own fresh whiskey sour.
“Here is my sugar Sally’s pic”, said Nora and she moved closer to Mandy and opened her mobile phone.
A picture appeared on the large mobile phone screen. A woman in her bikini, perhaps in her forties with her arm around a much younger woman. The younger woman was Nora. There was a pool behind them. Nobody else was around, so Mandy figured it had been clicked in the backyard of their house.
Nora pressed her cheek against Mandy’s and snaked an arm around the waitresses waist, making the sides of their boobs rub.
“Oooh! Looks like she is coming onto me”, thought Mandy, the blood rushing into her nipples once again.
“Your girlfriend is beautiful, Nora”, said Mandy unable to take her eyes off the beautiful red-headed woman and she also snaked an arm around Nora’s waist, making the sides of their boobs rub against each other again.
“Stop ogling at my girlfriend you slut”, said Nora and she closed her phone immediately and looked angrily at Mandy. She had not removed her arm from around the blonde’s waist.
“Nora ….. I didn’t mean to”, said Mandy.
“Yes, you did. My girlfriend is an attractive woman and younger women like you hit on her all the time and take her away from me”, said Nora accusingly.
The two young women glared into each other’s eyes. Nora’s eyes had turned red.
“Nora! I have a girlfriend too. Here, let me show her photograph to you”, said Mandy fishing out her mobile phone from her pocket and opening Sally’s photo on it. It was a photograph in which she and her Sally were at a beach party, both of them in bras and thongs. Sally wasn’t really her girlfriend, but Mandy was attracted to the masseuse.
The two drunk women inadvertently tightened their grips around each other’s waists and the sides of their boobs met again. Cheeks were ardently pressed against each other as they gazed into the phone.
“Your girlfriend is an attractive woman, Mandy. And you both look so alike”, said Nora, gushing.
“Thank you Nora”, said Mandy, caressing Nora’s back with her hand. Nora fondled Mandy’s back with hers.
“Do you love your girlfriend, Mandy?”, asked Nora.
“Oh yes Nora. I do”, said Mandy. She and Sally hadn’t fucked each other. But they had flirted around a little.
“Do you and your girlfriend fuck each other’s pussies silly every night?”, asked Nora seductively.
“Nora”, said Mandy, closing her phone and looking into Nora’s face.
“What happened Mandy? Did I touch a raw nerve?”, asked Nora, smirking.
“You bitch. Don’t talk like that about my girlfriend. You want to fuck my girlfriend don’t you?”, asked Mandy enviously.
“You were looking at my girlfriend’s photo like you wanted to fuck her, Mandy”, Nora accused back.
“Nora ….. stop it you cxnt”, said Mandy.
“You like my girlfriend, and I like yours. We are two sluts hot for each other’s women”, said Nora passionately.
Their faces were inches apart.
“Nora ….. you slut ….. I don’t know”, said Mandy.
At that moment, Nora plunged her face into Mandy’s. The waitress felt her lips being smothered by Nora’s.
“Hmmmphhh”, said Mandy as she felt Nora’s hands on her boobs.
She opened her mouth, and Nora snaked her tongue in. Mandy kissed back and the two of them locked their mouths together in a furious kiss as Mandy also groped Nora’s boobs.
Now Nora threw her arms around Mandy and the two women locked together in a passionate bearhug even as they continued to kiss intensely.
Tongues ran desperately over each other and Mandy realized for the first time the depth of her sexual hunger as she kissed this drunken stranger at her place of work.
She slid one hand up Nora’s skirt and began to caress her inner thighs. It made Nora disentangle from the kiss and look into Mandy’s eyes.
“You like me Mandy?”, asked Nora a she also slid a hand into Mandy’s skirt.
“Yes I do, Nora. Ohhh yes I do”, replied Mandy. She hadn’t gotten laid in a while and wanted her pussy mown by another pussy.
“You like my girlfriend, cxnt?”, asked Nora, her face turning feisty, but she was smiling.
“Oh yes! I wanna fuck you AND your girlfriend, Nora ….. you fucking tramp”, breathed Mandy into Nora’s face.
“Do you? Even I want to hump you AND your lookalike girlfriend, Mandy you hoor”, countered Nora.
Their mouths locked together in another ferocious kiss even as they pleasured each other’s inner thighs.
The two young women were kissing each other so noisily and intensely that they failed to notice the appearance of the manager Eldora from behind the pillar.
“Mandy! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, asked Eldora angrily. She was a tall and slim woman dressed nattily in cotton slacks and pants, held to her narrow waist with a belt.
Mandy disentangled herself from Nora but stayed on the seat.
“Eldora! I …..”, she stuttered.
“And you! Get the fuck out of this establishment now”, said Eldora, pointing a finger at Nora.
“Hey! This is America. Learn the rules. The customer is always king”, said Nora in a slurry voice.
“You’re not a customer. You’re a drunken whore who was groping my employee. Leave this establishment now”, said Eldora.
Mandy stood up as Eldora towered over them.
“Sorry Mandy”, said Nora as she stuttered out of the seat.
“Out! Out of here now”, said Eldora shouting into Nora’s face.
The beautiful brunette put her heeled shoes on and began to walk down the corridor pausing at the door to blow a kiss at Mandy. Then she opened the door and was gone.
“Mandy. You were one of my best girls”, said Eldora, moving close to the blonde waitress.
“Sorry Eldora. I didn’t mean to let you down. It won’t happen again”, said Mandy, pleading.
“I am sorry. Making out with customers during work hours is not encouraged, Mandy”, said Eldora with certitude.
“Oh ….. I”, Mandy knew she was in a soup.
“I have your address. Your dues will be cleared up through a cheque, Mandy. Goodbye”, said Eldora, adopting such a grave tone that it sounded like she was a sergeant court martialing a soldier who had deserted the platoon.
As Mandy walked out of the bar the only thought in her mind was “Oh boy! I need to get laid. I need to get my pussy humped today or I am going to die of sexual frustration”.
Chapter 3
After getting home early, Sally got an old lesbian video out of her collection. She was watching Traci Lords and Ginger Lynn humping each other’s pussies in a highway motel room, while fingering herself when she heard the condo’s front door open.
She slipped her hand out of her thong and flipped the channel to Discovery Earth on which a zoologist was explaining how mother elephants took care of their babies.
Sally caught a glimpse of Mandy passing through the garden they shared, through the partly opened door. She thought she heard Mandy whimper and moan as she let herself into her room.
“My flat mate did not even stop to say hi”, thought Sally, a bit annoyed. She was still horny but did not feel comfortable fingering herself when Mandy was around. The problem was that they shared the little garden located between their rooms. Mandy could look in through the window and see her fingering herself.
“I’ll have to get used to the unbearable tickling in my pussy that needs a good scratching. Maybe I could call one of my lesbian fuck buddies”, thought Sally, going through the numbers on her mobile phone, thinking who she could go out on a date with.
The masseuse realized most of her relationships were one-night stands and that she did not really have any steady relationships going on.
She wondered when Wendy and Tori would call her again.
Then her thoughts shifted to Mandy. She had always found Mandy to be hot. But they were both busy with work. Mandy would be at work when Sally was in the flat and when Mandy was home, Sally would be out visiting her clients.
Sally had never seen Mandy bring any men or women home. She realized she did not know much about her flat mate.
Most of Sally’s girlfriends and lesbian fuck buddies were high flyers – actresses, singers investment bankers and business women.
Sally did not fuck around with waitresses. But her pussy was really itching today, and she knew her sexual organ was begging to be humped by another itching pussy.
